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Eddie coming out of the "you can have my back" scene like good now I can have a normal relationship with my new coworker, only for Buck to have fully baby Duck imprinted on him and they will now be at most 3 inches apart at all times
#No normal interaction here#you have been husbanded now#buddie#evan buck buckley#eddie diaz#911#9 1 1 on fox#911 fox#abc 911#911 abc
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i don't care if it's been said a million times, i'm saying it again; Eddie Diaz needs to be flirted with by a man on a call. Like imagine the look on Bucks face, and if Eddie flirts back?! iconic.
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Buck: Fight me.
Bobby, in the distance where Buck can't see him: You lay one hand on my son and you will never see the light of day ever again.
#incorrect 911 quotes#evan buckley#incorrect buddie quotes#incorrect buddie#buddie#incorrect 911#buddie 911#overprotective dad bobby nash#bobby nash is buck's dad#evan buck buckely#buck buckley#bobby and buck#9 1 1 buddie#9 1 1 on fox
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……Mamma Mia?
Evan Buckley x GN!Reader
When your friend cancels plans last minute, your sweet boyfriend steps up.
Featuring: Soft Boyfriend Buck and Mammia Mia
Masterlist
x x x
Your phone tightened in your grip and you withheld your sigh of disappointment. You had this night planned for weeks, but your friend was calling to cancel merely an hour before you were set to pick them up.
“No worries, take care.” You hid your disappointment behind a smile as you finished up the call. Your boyfriend, Buck immediately sensed something was wrong.
“Everything okay?” Even from the kitchen, he could hear the slight variations in your tone that was hiding your crushed excitement.
You sighed, kicking off your shoes. “Tonight just got cancelled.”
“But you’ve been looking forward to this for weeks? And you spent so much time getting those tickets and choosing an outfit.”
You pulled the throw pillow onto your lap as you sat on the couch, picking at a loose thread, remembering all of the nights looking through ticket websites and multiple weekends spent combing through thrift stores in L.A.
“I’ll go with you.” Buck offered, the sadness you were emitting was simply too much for your sweet boyfriend to bare. It didn’t matter to him that musicals were not his thing and he would have to sit through two, or that he had just gotten off shift and was simply exhausted. The only thing that mattered to him right now was your happiness.
“Really?”
“It’ll be fun.” It sounded like he was trying to convince himself just as much as you.
“So it’s a musical about paternity?”
“It follows Sophie, she is getting married and trying to decipher which of the three men her mom had written about in her diary is her real father.”
“How does Abba fit into all this?”
“If you’re looking for the logic or correlation between Abba and the story, you won’t find any except that some of the group were the creators of the musical.”
“Does she find out who her real father is?”
“You’ll have to wait and see, babe.”
Buck continued to scroll through the Wikipedia page. “Mamma Mia: Here We Go Again?”
“The second film. It takes place a few years later, dynamics have changed and Cher is in it.”
The popcorn bucket rested on your lap, your fingers idly reaching in for the next popped kernal thoughout the film. Buck had also been indulging in the buttery goodness but it had been a moment since his fingers brushed yours in the bucket. You pull your eyes off the screen expecting to find him asleep but found the opposite, his eyes were glued to the screen as Meryl Streep sang Slipping Through My Fingers. You swore you could see his tears glistening in his eyes at the beautiful song.
The second film began and Buck quickly questioned the absence of Meryl Streep just as everyone did the first time it had been watched. He would whisper in your ear as quiet as possible for explanations on small continuity errors but you assured him none would effect the storyline much. You could feel Buck squeeze your hand just a little bit tighter as Sky returned to Kalokairi, and he was sniffling along with the rest of the Theatre during the christening scene.
“So what did you think?” You asked as the lights turned on while the credits rolled.
“I can definitely see why these are your comfort movies.”
“Thank you for coming with me, Evan.” You leaned your head on his shoulder, cuddling into him as much as possible with the chairs cupholders between you.
“Anytime.”
Buck didn’t regret volunteering at all despite how his tiredness from shift weighed on him. The theatre was packed with fans who were just as enthusiastic as you and he adored watching you glow each time you received a compliment on your well planned outfit. Maybe, just maybe he enjoyed the movies too.
You think you can definitely hear him humming S.O.S in the kitchen the next morning.
#tv: 911#9 1 1 on fox#9 1 1 on abc#9 1 1 fic#evan buckley#evan buckley x reader#buck buckley#gn reader
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hello!! i hope you’re doing well ❤️ i saw you were taking requests and i wondering if you’d write a buck fic where him and the reader are having a stay in date and he puts on a horror movie thinking they’ll get scared and cuddle up to him but he’s the one who gets scared and they’re completely unphased, maybe even laughing at it, so it’s him who needs comfort. if you don’t get to this, ofc no issue. i just hope you have a lovely day/evening 🥰
Amused (Buck x GN!Reader)
GIF BY @cinematicnomad - masterlist
A/N: thank you for the request anon <3 i hope this is up to your standards, friend! also i apologize for not naming the movie, i don’t really watch movies :’)
WARNINGS: fluff.
Buck opened the front door to your house and quickly used his body to open it completely, a few plastic grocery bags in each of his fists. “I’m home!”
You peak your head out from the kitchen and give him a soft smile. You love how he refers to your house as home, despite having his own apartment. “In here! Did’ya get the popcorn?”
Buck snorts and makes his way to the kitchen, grunting quietly as he places the bags on the nearby counter. He looks at you with a smirk. “Of course I did. Can’t have a movie night without popcorn, now can we?” He said with amusement in his tone, taking items out of the bag and placing them on to the empty counter space next to the bags.
“No, no we cannot.” You murmur as you come up behind him, wrapping your arms around his torso. You press the side of your face and your body against his back, humming quietly from Buck’s body heat. You feel him naturally lean against you as he sorts the items on the counter. “You’re warm,” You mutter, pushing your face harder against his shirt. Buck chuckles and grabs the boxes of popcorn bags, glancing over his shoulder in an attempt to look at you. “You always say that.”
“Well, it’s true!” You laugh as you let go, snatching the boxes from him. Buck isn’t phased in the slightest, you have quite good slight of hand. He bends down to a low cabinet and he takes out this very large orange bowl you usually use to hand out Halloween candy in. You look at him and raise your eyebrow as you open a popcorn box, taking a package out. Buck laughs at your expression, sliding the bowl on to the counter near the microwave; near you, of course. You sigh and open the microwave, popping the first package inside of it and you shut the door, setting the timer and hitting start. You glance at the bowl and look back at him with more amusement. “Are you sure we’ll finish such a big bowl?”
Buck playfully scoffs and faces you, a shit eating grin on his face. “I’m a growing boy, y’know!”
“You’re 30.”
“So?”
You blink and start to laugh, grabbing on to the counter. Buck’s lips curl up into a smile, watching you lose yourself in a fit of laughter. Your laughter dies into a soft giggle before you turn to the fridge, opening it and grabbing two beers. “Usually I would want soda to set the mood, but I think we deserve a couple of beers tonight.”
Buck hums in response as begins to put away the rest of everything he had bought for the next weeks meals. “You think so?”
You smile and open the microwave after it beeped, signaling it’s done. You grab the corner of the popcorn bag and tear it open, dumping the steaming and pre-buttered popcorn into the bowl. “Yeah, I do.”
After a few minutes of popping multiple bags of popcorn, Buck makes a loud groan as he falls back onto the couch next to you, bowl of popcorn in his arm, wrapping the other around you. He grins at you, pure excitement in his eyes as he makes eye contact with you. “Are you ready to watch the scariest movie of your life?” He teases, situating the bowl partially on his leg, partially on yours. You laughs and wrap an arm around his torso, leaning into his warm body. His hand squeezes your shoulder and Buck kisses your temple. “Sure, sure..” You tease, grabbing the remote.
You turn the TV on and select a horror movie, pressing play.
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Buck truly thought you would be snuggling up to him, a trace of fear in your tone every time you spoke.
He could never so wrong.
“sHit!” He yells, his hand suddenly grabbing your shirt. The bowl of popcorn now in your lap as you shove handfuls in your mouth. You laugh and swallow some popcorn, glancing at him. “Wait- you’re scared?” You ask, your face and tone filled with amusement. “Fucking Evan Buckley, the man who literally walks through FIRES every week is scared of a little movie?”
Buck stutters, a nervous laugh leaving him. “What? I’m not sCar- wHAT IS THAT?!” He yells loudly, leaning into your body instead of the other way around. You throw your head back and let out a echoing laugh, one of your hands slapping the couch as you can’t contain yourself. “It’s not funny!” He screeches, scrambling for the remote to pause it. You let out a wheeze laugh and close your eyes, tears brimming at your lash lines due to laughing. “Okay!” You giggle, clearing your throat as you look at him. Your laughter begins to die down. “Okay, it’s not funny..!”
You make a blank expression for a split second and then you begin to crack up, your head reeling back so fast that the thought of whiplash vaguely comes to mind. Buck’s cheeks tint pink from semi-embarrassment and he grumbles, pushing you gently and playfully. “Yeah, yeah, laugh all you want..”
You keep giggling as you ignore him pushing you and you move the bowl from your lap, wrapping your arms around Buck and pulling him into your chest. “Sorry, I know, it’s just so fucking funny, babe,” You say with a smile on your lips. Buck childishly mocks your tone as he wraps his arms around you, immediately relaxing. You rub his back before trailing up to scratch his scalp. “It’s not real, Buck. It’s fine.”
He hums in appreciation, closing his eyes to completely enjoy the moment. You snort and murmur, “Let’s just hope you remember to keep the closet door shut.”
His eyes shoot open and look at you, narrowing, yet he’s letting out a laugh. “[Name]!”
#9 1 1 fandom#9 1 1 fic#9 1 1 on fox#9 1 1 spoilers#buck buckley#buck x reader#evan buckley x reader#evan buck buckely#even buckley#evan buckley#evan buck buckley x reader#9 1 1 imagine#911 fox#9 1 1 x reader#9 1 1
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Hello can you make Maddie and Buck's little sister who is a teenager has an accident or is injured and she calls 911 to find her sister who sends the firefighter and her brother and in a panic with Maddie on the phone who is panicking too
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With a choked gasp, you startled and looked around in a halting darkness that human eyes could never adjust to. Cold, rough chunks of concrete that painfully buried you underneath did not let in any light. Not the slightest ray could stray through it.
Orientation in the blackness was almost impossible and the disorientation made you seem even more helpless than you already were. "Hello? Can someone hear me?" Struggling to lend strength to your dusty voice, you tried to straighten your torso, but a searing pain tore through the upper left quadrant of your abdomen prevented you.
The air was damp, musty and cold. Fine particles of the collapsed concrete still trickled onto your tear-streaked face, while your lungs filled with a teaspoon of dust with every breath you took.
You did not know if you were alone when the parking deck collapsed on itself, but the thought that someone else might be trapped in her, or possibly even dead, frightened you. "Please, is someone here?"
The vibrating of your phone pulled you back from your thoughts. Totally forgetting you had it with you and surprised to find it had still a transmission to the outside world, you were grateful.
Silently and cautiously, you pulled out your phone with shaky, wet hands and clung to the piece of plastic, trying to shed some light on your situation. It was only through the brightness of the screen that you had realized, you were in more trouble than you thought you were.
The liquid on your hands was nothing more than dark red blood stretching across your fingers and was trickling down your wrist. Your leg was buried below the knee under a steel beam, which is why you had long lost feeling in it while a small iron rod protruded from your torso and penetrated your lower ribs.
"Crap," you moaned disconcertingly and laid your head back down on the concrete slab that allowed and supported to keep your upper body upright. The chunks of gray stone that had embedded your body, shifted cruelly under your movements, some small pieces trickling down on you from above.
Covering your eyes protectively, you could not feel if new small wounds adorned your skin and you did not dare to move any further to check which put your heart in a more obvious state of panic, but you hardly felt the beating in your chest. It slowed down.
With the last ounce of your strength steadily oozing out with the blood from your wounds, you dialed 911 hoping the network would hold up this conversation. After all, you were buried under debris that could interfere with the signal. "911, what is your emergency?"
"Maddie," you groaned wearily, instantly recognizing your eldest sibling through the cracking line. Her voice was dulled and partially interrupted, yet you felt a deep sense of relief to hear it. You were not alone anymore. "I-I need help"
The brunettes breath caught in her throat as your faint and barely audible voice entered her ears. It had come as quite a shock to Maddie, when she unsuspectingly had you on the helpline and found a chilling story about your well-being. "Y/n, where are you? Are you okay? What happened?"
"T-the parking garage at Cherokee Avenue collapsed," like a second hand, sweat formed on your forehead, although the warmth had long left. Dizziness caught up with you, but with a lot of luck and willpower, you managed to escape it and searched for a spot to focus on in the slightly lit environment. "I am buried under the rubble"
"Oh my god, a-are you hurt?"
"My leg is crushed. A metal rod is sticking out of my stomach, it hurts terribly. I am losing an awful lot of blood," Maddie had to listen helplessly to the spectacle that was taking place in disbelief and bewilderment. Absentmindedly, she fiddled with the keyboard and at the same time played with her private phone to call and inform your brother.
Meanwhile, the air was becoming increasingly scarce. Under no circumstances should you breathe in too deeply, using the precious oxygen sparingly. "I can not breathe," it came hoarsely from your lips as tears streamed unabashedly down your face.
A fit of coughing shook you and an iron taste kindled in your mouth. You could hardly breathe, the oxygen supply was running out and your lungs were heavier by the minutes. Just as quickly, the fear of endless, terrifying darkness and the cold that towered over you.
"I do not want to die, Maddie," you sobbed into the phone, the optimism of getting out of her alive dwindling. Walled under concrete and buried under dust, you knew no way out and fear filled you more with every passing minute. "You will not, sweetheart. Buck is on the way, you just have to hold on. Hold on and listen to me while we wait together for your brother, okay?"
The familiarity of Maddie´s voice allowed you to remain calm, at least on the surface, while your soul rampaged around the stable like a panicked horse. And so you had begun to wait for the approaching help with the fear of death and the agony that awaited you.
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The sun was already beginning to set and the clouds hung gray in the sky as the team around Bobby Nash drove up to the scene. Upon arrival, the remains of various building material and destroyed vehicles were scattered on the crumbling ground.
Cold, dusty air blew in the faces of the team and the feeling that was churning in them as they saw the collapsed building, knowing you were under there, stretched bitterly through their chest. With heavy strides, Evan Buckley ran up to the top of the rubble, his phone clutched tightly to his ear, frantically calling your name while following his sisters panicked statements.
With his right leg, he swept away the small chunks and bits of metal. "Y/n!" his voice sounded rough and scratchy, he could no longer think clearly when uncertainty and sadness overcame him. "Where are you?"
Huffing and distraught, tears welled up in his eyes as he watched his teammates pull some stones from the pile. Evan rushed and jumped down, desperate to get through to you with all of his accumulated power. "Maddie, I can not hear her, is she still there?" with a jerk, he thoughtfully scratched the back of his head while biting his bottom lip hard and tasting the stale taste of blood.
He felt like complete destruction.
"Call is ongoing, but she is not responding to me anymore!" Maddie answered. Hard, he pounded his fist against the stones until his knuckles were severely sore and bleeding, only to repeat the procedure in frustration. Evan Buckley possessed a mental strength that was admired by everyone. But when it came to his little sister, he lost all of the stability and raged through life like a tornado. "Come on, move. We have to get her out of here"
As they spent hours trying to dig their way out to you, you vacillated between consciousness and unconsciousness. The phone meanwhile had slipped out of your hand and was inaccessible, nevertheless your sister was still panicking on the receiver, calling your name several times unsuccessfully.
You had no strength, empty air escaped your mouth instead of simple words.
From afar, you heard murmuring voices gathering around you. They talked frantically and at once a while some of them screamed and interrupted the conversations. Everyone seemed so far away, that you hardly could understood their words. "Y/n, where are you?"
"I am here, please" you whispered in a low voice that was probably barely audible. A violent chill went through you as the voices slowly approached and called out to you. The ground beneath you vibrated, bits and pieces of thick stone clamped above you, whose pillar was preventing it from coming down and crushing you, rained down dust before moments later a faint, dirty light flooded your place through a small crack.
"We found her!"
#911 show#911#911 on fox#911 fox#911 fic#911 fanfic#911 fanfiction#911 imagine#911 imagines#911 oneshot#911 one-shot#911 one shot#9 1 1 fic#9 1 1 fanfiction#9 1 1 on fox#9 1 1 x reader#9 1 1 show#9 1 1 x you#911 x reader#911 x you#9-1-1#9-1-1 fanfic#9-1-1 fanfiction#9-1-1 oneshot#9-1-1 imagine#9-1-1 imagines#9-1-1 one-shot#maddie buckley x evan buckley#maddie buckley x you#maddie buckley x reader
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Bobby: Should we tell them we are on the cruise? 😊
Athena: Fuck 'em 😃
#i love them 😭♥️#9 1 1 on fox#9 1 1#911 fox#911#911onfox#911 on fox#911fox#911 show#9 1 1 fox#9 1 1 on abc#911 abc#911onabc#911 on abc#911abc#9 1 1 abc#bobby nash#cap#athena grant#bathena#my thoughts#9 1 1 s6 spoilers
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Evan "oh you think that sexy zaddy Eddie Diaz over there is cute, wait till you meet his adorable angel of a son - wait who?!" Buckely.
#the way he was so confused when he realized his sister WASN'T talking about eddie lmao#911#911 fox#911 tv show#9 1 1#9 1 1 on fox#evan buckley#eddie diaz#buddie#911 buddie#buddie 911#buck x eddie#eddie x buck#911 crack#9 1 1 fox#coolgenie#s2 ep6#2x06
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Actually 911 isnt allowed to be cancelled till Buddie's Wedding, so we can have a parallel scene of Bobby tying Buck's tie for the Wedding instead of a first date
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what the fuck type of straight guy sits like this
eddie's gayest moment yet tbh
#and the way he looks at buck like a second before this...#911#9 1 1 on fox#eddie diaz#buddie#the gay pining is so loud#its gayer than your typical straight gyy manspread#idk it must just be eddies queer energy
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Buck: If i died, how much would you miss me?
Eddie: It's funny how you think death can get you out of this relationship.
#incorrect 911 quotes#evan buckley#buck x eddie#incorrect buddie quotes#buddie#eddie diaz#evan x eddie#incorrect buddie#incorrect 911#buddie 911#edmundo diaz#edmundo eddie diaz#evan buck buckely#eddie and buck#buck and eddie#9 1 1 on fox#idiots in love#they are idiots and they are in love your honor
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9-1-1 S05E11 // Red, White & Royal Blue
#buddie#firstprince#alexander claremont diaz#prince henry rwrb#evan buckley#eddie diaz#buddie parallels#no because literally think of this every time I watch rwrb I've just been too lazy to make it lol#red white and royal blue#9 1 1 on fox#9-1-1 on abc#cherishingstydiagifs
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Bobby after meeting the Buckley parents
Bobby: sign here
Maddie: …what’s that
Athena from the kitchen: adoption papers!
Maddie:
Maddie: sir, I’m almost forty
Bobby: …?
Buck: I want a bunk bed
#9 1 1#9 1 1 on fox#911 spoilers#911 crack#bobby nash#buck x eddie#bobby nash is buck's dad#evan buckley#maddie buckley#911#bobby nash is Maddie's dad#athena grant#daddy issues#mommy issues#family issues#toxic parents#maddie Buckley is done#Bobby Nash x Athena Grant
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Effort in Gratitude
Friends:
This can't keep happening. We all love this show so much. But we are hurting the people who are working tirelessly to bring it to us. The cast and crew work way too hard to be constantly attacked and bombarded. They are people. Real people who are working their asses off for us. But the way they have been treated by some people is just awful and eventually, they're going to ask themselves if it is worth it anymore. To be cruel and vicious to people who make themselves vulnerable for the sole purpose of making something for other people to enjoy? Why? It is exhausting to have the voices of cruelty and toxicity be the loudest in the room and speaking for all of us.
So, I propose a change. Let's make an effort in gratitude.
A tool in therapy is to take an emotion or feeling that you can't shake and reshaping it into something healthy and positive like affirmations or practices of mindfulness. Want to combat the helpless feeling you get when you see a surge of hate? Submit a gratitude! It's that simple.
Let's take the toxic and turn it into something good. This blog will be a place where people can submit their gratitudes/appreciations/love for the show.
What does that mean?
Submissions and the ask box will be open for anyone who would like to submit a gratitude. Whether that be a shout out to the crew, praise for an episode, something about a character that has helped you, or even just a simple moment of gratitude and appreciation for the show. I will then post those gratitudes for the fandom to receive. I will also post a few every week on instagram after the episode airs without names attached since most of the cast and crew are on there mostly. These won't be sent to anyone's DMs but rather be presented the same way fan art/edits are posted with a simple tag. If you do not wish to have yours shared and simply just want to put some positivity into the universe then feel free to let us know.
Any negativity, toxicity, racism, bigoted, sexist, or otherwise offensive will be promptly deleted and then ignored. This goes for character bashing as well. This blog is not the place for any of that.
My hope is that this can be a place of light, positivity, kindness, compassion, and most importantly, gratitude for the people who work quite literally night and day to bring to life this incredible show that we all love.
#911 fox#evan buckley#bobby nash#eddie diaz#athena grant#chimney han#maddie buckley#hen wilson#oliver stark#peter krause#jennifer love hewitt#ryan guzman#angela bassett#kenneth choi#aisha hinds#911 on fox#9 1 1 on fox#tv: 911#911verse#911onfox#911 season 6#Please signal boost this#911edit#911 show#madney#buddie#henren#bathena
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FOX right now
#911#9 1 1#911abc#911onabc#911 abc#911 on abc#9 1 1 abc#9 1 1 on abc#911fox#911onfox#911 fox#911 on fox#9 1 1 fox#9 1 1 on fox#they KNOW they fucked up#my thoughts
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